Ozeal

I remember being in my bed one morning and a familiar scent filled my room. It was the sweet scent of cigarette smoke flowing through the house. I knew right away that my grandparents had arrived and that my mom in the tenderness of her heart didn't have the courage to tell them not to smoke in the house. But to me, the sweet aroma of camel lights meant so many wonderful things. The scent meant bolney sandwiches on Wonder bread, hostess cupcakes, Coke and any other treat my heart desired. It meant baseball games in the yard and scratchy "sugar" kisses from my grandfather. It meant dreams fulfilled that only a grandparent could dream up...homemade dollhouses and horse barns, bicycles and a puppy. The cigarette smoke would linger on our clothes and in our hair long after they left. And I loved it.


Just a few weeks ago my grandmother died. A piece of my identity is gone...I am no longer a granddaughter. I thought that her death would bring closure to a long year of mental health battles but instead it has left a hole in our family. My grandmother wasn't the typical cookie baking granny with stories of love and encouragement. She used to pinch my butt and tell me i was fat, and in the last several years has complained that i looked awful and was too thin. When i was eight and learned that smoking causes cancer, I tried to encourage her to stop. I asked her why she smoked and she replied, "Because it's cool." She was never afraid to say what she was thinking. She wasn't afriad to talk politics, basketball, and defend Bobby Knight. She often tried to give back your gifts and complained at your efforts to make things special but I always knew that she loved me and was proud of me. She was a character. At the funeral they called her spunky...it is true. She wasn't storybook typical but she was herself. I laughed during the calling hours at friends and sisters anecdotes of my grandmother. Apparently, her childlike rebellion continued all her life. I learned a lot from her. She had challenges that she rose to with strength and confidence i can only hope for. And when her beliefs were challenged, she chose to love and accept with abandon. I never doubted that she loved me...she loved me, my kids and always recieved us with a smile and the screen door pushed wide open.

Happy Thanksgiving!

the vampire and his "bat servant"

the best fall day:)

On Sunday we took the boys to Ft Harrison for a pony ride and Toby's first trail ride. I don't think either of my boys were as excited and giddy as i was. i think for my mid life crisis i will buy a horse...is it ok if you plan for those moments of crazy?

apple days

A couple of weeks ago we ventured to the apple orchard with the katie and her girls. we were able to take a wagon ride through the orchard and the kids were allowed to pick one apple. while we were there we ran into my sister in law and my adorable niece, Ali. We walked along the path to the petting farm and even slid down the slide a few times before heading back downtown. it was a very fun morning with good friends.

happy dog

i can rest now. poor scout has not been swimming in years...literally. i seriously have laid in bed on occasion feeling immense guilt that our lab with webbed feet has not been able to swim...to enjoy the very things she loves and was born to do. but the guilt is gone now, on monday we ventured to brown county for a morning of hiking and throwing sticks for scout. she was soo happy that she didn't want to get out...but alas, all good things must come to an end so she is back in the kitchen today.

if only every day could be like this...sigh.